Something about the horizon line keeps showing up in my work out here in the wide open spaces of Wyoming. This is not the first time - the horizon is a composition I naturally gravitate to, in many ways - literally and metaphorically. There is an invisible tether that pulls, and sometimes yanks, me toward the horizon, ever longing for the unknown.
This I think is partly the human condition, to be drawn toward adventure, to explore - what was it - where no man (or woman) has gone before. Forgive the overused phrase, but it aptly describes the powerful yearning for the New.
My work reflects this desire, even if it is subtle in its expression. I love an earthy palette - most likely I won't be veering off into pinks and purples any time soon - but in my process, I'm always looking to be free in the Now, and that means being willing to go wherever my brush may lead me.